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Intestines and organs and other internal parts of a frog from the Home Science Tools Frog Dissection Kit. Photo by Cecilia Kennedy

For a crippling case of “the willies,” order a frog in a box, and see what happens when it arrives on an otherwise perfectly pleasant Saturday afternoon. The box in question, which I actually ordered on purpose, comes complete with a preserved specimen lurking inside. Since my delicate sanity could instantly go wayward with the mere thought of icky things that might twitch or come to life or ruin my clean house, I leave the box on my home office desk for nearly five days before working up the nerve to open it. Then, telling myself, “It’s now or never,” I rouse my sleepy teenage son from his slumber and shout, “Today’s the day! It’s here!”

“We’re learning to drive? I’m getting a car?” he asks.

“No! A frog! You’re getting a frog!” I say.

It’s still very early in the morning and, since he’s clinging to the hope of a brand new car that just comes rolling into the driveway, I’m pretty sure he’s trying to picture how this “frog” might be code for some kind of car. In his mind, I may have bought him an amphibious car and we’ll hop onto I-5, head over to Wild Waves, and plop it into the lazy river. I can see the wheels turning. His eyes are growing wider with excitement and I know I must tell him the truth before he gets the impression that I’d buy season passes to Wild Waves because season passes are very expensive and I haven’t lost my mind yet.

“We’re dissecting a frog,” I tell him.

Any bit of excitement he still holds onto fades away as he realizes that today, is just like any other day, except that we’re going to throw a dead frog onto the kitchen counter, pin it to a Styrofoam tray, and finally understand why frogs are so incredibly different from humans. In fact, he’s so eager to get started that he shaves, goes to swim practice, eats lunch, and then gets around to dissecting the frog at 1:30 p.m. on a Thursday. I even have to remind him why we’re doing this in the first place: It’s his Biology Class Redemption Day.

Frog Specimen. Photo by Cecilia Kennedy

This year, Alex really loved his biology class and his teacher was fantastic. Going into the final, he had an A++++, so he wasn’t particularly stressed out. The final exam would be a frog dissection and Alex was really looking forward to it. When he got to class, he was assigned to a group of three young women his age who were a bit more anxious about the final than he was. When he greeted them with “Hey! Let’s do this thing! We got this! Wooo!” he didn’t do much to help them picture him as “professional” or “competent.” Then, when he grabbed the knife and started to cut, something about the way he was going about the whole thing really put them on edge, so they told him to just stand back and watch. He complied. Later on, they apologized and now they’re all really good friends and they hope to have another science class together again next year.

While I’m absolutely amazed by how one frog could accomplish so many things in a 50-minute period—like bring about massive conflict that results in lifelong-lasting bonds—I really wish Alex could have actually cut the thing open to see if he likes cutting things open. When I went online and discovered that I could get a complete dissection kit for just over $15 from Home Science Tools, I just knew the following things for sure:

1) I’m such a good mom!

2) Summer boredom will be crushed!

Sure enough, Alex and I open up the box, spread out some waxed paper on a surface and are excited to get to work. Actually, Alex gets to work, but I remind him of one rule:

“It’s very important to never name the frog or you’ll become too attached to it and won’t want to dissect it.”

“Yeah, that’s not going to be a problem. We didn’t go over that rule in biology class.”

“Pickles! Its name is Pickles! Ugh! I just named it. It’s up to you, Alex! Just you!”

“I kind of figured that would happen,” Alex tells me.

Then, he starts dissecting and I think he’s doing a pretty good job. He instinctively knows to slice the skin first, so that he can look at the muscles. I wouldn’t have known to do that!

Alex’s hands dissecting the frog. Photo by Cecilia Kennedy

Soon, we’re able to identify the heart, the stomach, some fatty stuff, and maybe a spleen? A kidney? A gall bladder? And, I’m not particularly grossed out because the Home Science Tools people have injected different colors of dye into the organs to help with identification. The result is—dare I say—kind of strikingly beautiful. The intestines look like something Dale Chihuly could transform into glass—and I’d buy it and hang it over the kitchen counter. “I call it Pickles,” I’d tell guests and admirers . . .

Once Alex finds all of the frog parts, I think we’re done, but now Alex decides he needs to extract the various organs and place them neatly onto a tray. He ends up slicing through some of the organs and we don’t exactly identify everything. I’m also not too sure about his knife skills, but they are definitely better than mine. (I’ve needlessly butchered perfectly good cakes and pies. The anatomy of a circle stumps me.) So, yeah—each generation gets smarter and better than the first. That I can see is happening right here. I can be proud.

“So, did you like it?” I ask when we finish.

“Yeah—it was fun,” Alex replies.

“Do you think you ever want to be a surgeon or veterinarian or anything like that?”

“No—not at all.”

At least now he knows. And that’s all that matters.

Your Turn: If you could take a class all over again, what would it be and why? Or, is there a class you’ve never taken, but would like to take someday?

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Oh wow a fish!!!… that would be kool too gurl…
If I may ask you did order online for the frog???… I think it would be kool … but then again I don’t really want to open and do all that again ..lol..so forget that I asked lol…
Oh I miss the good ol days of school…times are just not the same at all and I don’t think they ever will be…

No problem at all gurl…
Oh thank you for the information and if needed I will look again lol…
I don’t think the guys would like it if I ordered one heheheh …but I just might one day so I can learn again…

No–not at all! They got an excellent grade on the final and Alex maintained his A average. They just wouldn’t let him cut. They apologized later on and they’re all really good friends, so I got a frog so he had the chance to feel what it’s like to carry out a dissection 🙂

We didn’t get a chance to do a cat or a pig–just a fish. I’m not sure I could have handled a cat or a pig, either–that might have been too much for me as well. Also, my hands just won’t do what my brain asks it to do, so sewing, cutting on a straight line, judging whether or not something is crooked or straight–all disastrous things for me. Yep–“facial plastic surgeon” was never in my future.

I didn’t know, bio would come haunt me in wordpress too. Haha
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About the Author

Hammering and sifting her way through DIY projects, Cecilia Kennedy shares newly-learned skills. Earning her doctorate in literature exposed her to many “useful” DIY manuals from the Middle Ages, which taught audiences to jelly eels and apply leaches to cure illnesses. For more modern projects, she relies on articles and local experts; her husband Nathan, an accountant who has also done construction work; her teenage son Alex; and SeaTac the “action cat,” who can’t resist a project. Cecilia and her family live in the Greater Seattle area.